how freely have you walked with men who never have the right to hold your hand under their arms?
how many regrets do you feel?
after obeying the one you were taught to see as "uncle"
wrapped your ear with his thick lips?
the "uncle" that stripped you
with his icy fingers?
the one that forgot his about-to-quench thirst
would question your lifetime?
how many times did you dot
an empty space in your heart
to count regrets?
did you start counting
after
the beast swore to dig beneath your
thighs?
after
the one that only rubbed,
and was ready
to dig
from behind?
and told you to support
your worn-out lips
with your index finger,
and never forget to lick
its salty and metallic sweat.
twenty,sixty,hundred dots
to fill a deep emptiness.
can you tell me how many dots are yet to fill your emptiness?...if you've sworn
to bury your voice.
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